Ladybug published in Refresh Magazine, Nov. 2020
Updated: Feb 12
Upon a mint leaf appeared a beet-red ladybug.
Her left wing dilapidated, her black eyes tearing,
She whispered into my ear, “My heart feels a-tug;
…my love has left me, and thus, I am fearing.”
I inquired as to what had occurred.
She turned her gaze towards the dampened ground.
“Infidelity,” was the only word.
She fluttered a wing, without a sound.
“What is heartbreak?” we asked one another.
The male species is so damn unsatisfied.
Heartbreak is when a heart no longer flutters;
It is faced with a stomping reality: he lied.